"Kyle, my brother.", Christo, reclining in his sickbed, his voice weak, "Did you know that in the past hundred years, those of us who were there have always held a question in our hearts, a question that has troubled us for a long time?"
"Kyle, my brother.", Christo, reclining in his sickbed, his voice weak, "Did you know that in the past hundred years, those of us who were there have always held a question in our hearts, a question that has troubled us for a long time?"